I really really do like the first few moments of Kaddish. Parallels could be drawn from the offer to play the cello directed at the red shoed lady to the offer made to the prophet in Surah Al-Aqaq. Read! In the Name of your Lord Who has created all that exists. He has created man from a clot of blood. I still do like the parallel. The refusal to. Whether this is from an inability to(like the prophets), I am not sure. The spelling of the title to the piece is in excess of a d. I am not sure if the creators intent was to draw a parallel to the Jewish Kadish. Regardless, I am drawn to the genuine anguish of the true mourner. The essence of the Kadish in Judaism is peace to the soul. Peace to the mourning soul. My friend lost her dad some time back. I am guessing the secret to handling the heft of that loss is the peace spoken of. That one prescribed and applied by a hand, decidedly divine, not seen: analgesic for the soul. The peace prayed for is no salve for the pain in the present. I am guessing it is no salve to the reality of non-belief in the nightmare of the reality of the happening. You can see it from the struggle Qudus goes through in the throes of his nightmare. The waking. The confirmation of your worst fears. The quadriplegy of hope. The loss multiplied by the presence of inability. What do you do when you are unable to do? Do you stare at the wall blank? Do you pray? Are you rendered immobile by your desperation at multitudinous options for a solution? Do you imagine yourself walking from your quadriplegy and walking back to it to stew in it, to stew in your pain, and angst, and hurt despite the miracle of your unshackling by an imagination that has given your lameness wings? I like the cry that is the song sung by the red shoed lady from the belly of her wheelchair. I appreciate the fact of the running from that mission to play the cello(the divine call) and the sequenced nightmare of debilitation, recovery and debilitation that could, and was, but was not solely due to the refusal to the divine call. The piece is steeped in the reality of non-linearity of causality. A seguing of characters. Two characters telling the tale, throes of one person. That technical bit had me wowed. No, this is not a review. Just a comment on. Saw this piece last year but was to high on Chivas to coherently talk about it. Goldberg did not infringe on my ability to type this out after re-watching today. Good morning. And big respect to Qudus Onikeku and his crew for a piece that stuck with me for 14 months. P. S- I hope Mr. Qudus has insurance. As a casual risk assessor and safety professional, I felt uncomfortable with the nightmare on the conjoined stool scene(I admired the art and almost ad libness of that scene!). For the sake of himself and his wife, he should. Please. m.youtube/watch?v=AowteHwSfnU
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 07:38:44 +0000
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